For the first time in twenty-nine years, the Glenwood Springs Demons have claimed the State 3A Football championship by defeating the Ft. Morgan Mustangs by a score of 23 to 14. After a scoreless first quarter, it became clear that both teams would have to stretch themselves in all phases of the game to come out on top. A defensive powerhouse that held opponents to an average of 14 points a game, Ft. Morgan made Glenwood punt on their first possession. Nevertheless, Glenwood drew first blood on the first play of the second quarter, followed shortly by a field goal to go up 10-0. Ft. Morgan answered back by taking to the air. At half the score was 10-7. The teams traded touchdowns in the third quarter, and the score remained 17-14 well into the fourth. But the 3-point gap widened to 9 when Stonehouse scored on a 7-yard run with 48 seconds remaining.
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The Glenwood Demons defeat Mountain View 47 to 14--headed to State Final. "[The] Demons had just punched their ticket to the Class 3A state title game with a 47-14 semifinal rout of visiting Mountain View. 'It felt great,' the veteran coach told a pair of fans offering post-game congratulations. Whitworth’s Demons (13-0) secured their first state title game appearance since 1980... by showing Mountain View little mercy."
Remember in college, right before a test? You’d hear things like “I’m not ready for this test”; “I didn’t study until last night” and someone else would respond “Me either, in fact, I never even read the material”. Finally, someone would shut everyone else down by saying “I never even bought the book!” It’s easy to get caught up in these kinds of conversations around wellness and training, too. You don’t hear people bragging about the salad they had at lunch, or how diligently they trained before the race.
I wonder, are we covering our ‘you know what’s’ by pretending like we don’t really want our goals, just in case we don’t achieve them?
Update July 29, 2007: Iraq 1:0 Saudi Arabia. Way to go indeed...
The Iraqi national soccer team will play Saudi Arabia for all the glory in the Asia Cup final tomorrow. I will watch the game if I can find it. Regardless, I am cheering for Iraq.
I feel like we just met, my body and me. I feel that way because now I am a half-dozen sessions or more into the rest of my life, and I'm beginning to think I don't know this blob any more.
The rest of my life, destination unknown, has begun thanks to Sarah Kochlis, my ace trainer at the Aspen Club & Spa. In a world where personal trainers can seem like members of the same tribe, I like Sarah because she took one look at me and saw right away where it all seemed to fall apart.
Summer is here and tennis at The Aspen Club and Spa is Now! Private and group lessons all summer for adults and juniors. All levels are welcome. To register for private lessons or one of our clinics, please call me, Susie Pizzuti 970-319-1638 or Aspen Club 925-8900 ext 234.
Were you watching? You could almost see/hear/feel the buzz of basketball fans huddled around the orb as LeBron James went into orbit last night. When it was done--with the sappy Cavs up 3-2 heading back to Clevenand for the clincheroo in the first-to-four against the Detroit Pistons, more than the history books had been re-written.
It was like a whole new world order for those of us born to roundball.
LeBron, you see, had put up 29 of the Cavs last 30 points in a double-overtime win over Motown--including 25 in a row to end the game.
SAN FRANCISCO--I take this idea of booing a sports god with more seriousness than usual here by the Bay because of what my Daddy’s mommy told my Daddy a long time ago: “Never put it in writing, son. They’ll only hold it against you.”
Amen, Grandma, may you rest, but you never stopped my Daddy from writing and writing and writing some more. In all, in a life with millions of words, Frank Conniff wrote exactly one sentence that survived him: “What a town. They cheer Khrushchev and boo Willie Mays.”
This week I’ve spent a few hours watching the coverage of the Virginia Tech incident. In those hours spent in front of the television, sickened by the unfathomable horror of the incident itself and the media’s self-serving assault on the people of Blacksburg, I’ve noticed something about the students. The students of Virginia Tech love their university.
ASPEN, COLORADO (Post Time News)--Olympic snowboarder Chris Klug is considered nothing less than the embodiement of all that's good about America--and Aspen. His ride to a bronze medal at the Olympic Winter Games in Salt Lake City, Utah, after a kidney transplant still has to be considered one of the great sports stories of the aborning 21st Century.
Klug's wild ride will be commemorated and celebrated Tuesday night at the Paramount Theater in Denver in the "Ride of Your Life," a documentary that tells the amazing story of what happened after Klug contracted Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis in 1993, a rare live disease.
While the good folks of Aspen were spending the weekend worrying about the Hotel Jerome being sold, a small band of 4th-seeded little warriors (specifically, the Girls U-12 Hockey Team) was heading to Denver (a city of 2.5 million), to do battle with the dreaded, undefeated, unbeatable, steroid-enhanced, #1-seededTeutonic Denver Select team-- for all the marbles in the State Championships.
As we drove over the pass towards Denver, my daughter Kyra admitted that she was “sort of terrified” at the prospect of facing this unbeatable foe. I asked what specifically worried her—“Well, other than that they are unbeaten, bigger, faster, meaner, practice 4 hours a day, and there are twice as many of them, nothing much …”
